"Hey, don't come any closer. That fish demon will be out soon!"
Liu Ziliang, standing beside the bearded cultivator, saw the little Taoist clad in a dark robe and wearing a dark, faceless mask continue to approach them despite the warnings and couldn't help feeling anxious.
"Shh, Ziliang, keep your voice down."
The bearded cultivator put his index finger to his lips to gesture for silence, then quietly spoke to Jin Xu.
"If the young Taoist doesn't wish to send the message, we won't force you. However, we ask that you don't move any closer to avoid startling the fish demon inside the Taoist temple, after all this thing... blargh~"
The bearded Senior Brother Feng stopped mid-sentence, glanced down at the white porcelain bowl in his hand, and couldn't help but gag.
At this moment, their lives weren't in danger, but the "food" they were handling was truly too awful to eat, and it had a "lingering aftertaste."
They should never have agreed to taste-test the dish last night!
